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letra de chain - graffik

[chorus: graffik]
i just made like a 20 on a chain
i’m just tryna rap and learn the game
b-tches tryna rob me of my fame
smokin’ gas got me insane
i’ma creep on ’em with the big mac
how i’m gonna do these b-tches? real bad
i just copped the big ol’ bentley, benz, yeah
ayy, cop the truck and then go flip that
everybody ’round me tryna get that
feds been on me, yeah, i know i been tracked
b-tch you gon’ need wrist band tryna get back in the man den
runnin’ south jersey, little b-tch, and we ain’t from camden

[verse 1: graffik & nick xl]
i feel like lucifer (lucifer), all of my shoes is fur (ayy)
i don’t care ’bout losin’ her (why?)
b-tch, i got a new concern (okay, okay)
you can see it right through my shirt (through my shirt)
get that from the jeweler (that from the jeweler, b-tch)
i just picked a b-tch up out of evesham (yeah)
i didn’t wanna scoop her, but i need plans (okay)
and i know she want me ’cause she see bands
yeah, i think might just go proceed that
yeah, this life got me so detached
purple drink with the green, yeah
and i never know where i’ma go from here
i’m really tryna be so social here
they ain’t f-ckin’ with me, yeah, i know they fear
and they demons irritate my soul in here
all that bullsh-t gone, i been over this
i been gettin’ buckets and y’all 0 for 6
the f-ck? b-tch (ayy, godd-mn, jesus christ, this sh-t hard)
[chorus: graffik, nick xl & both]
i just made like a 20 on a chain
i’m just tryna rap and learn the game
b-tches tryna rob me of my fame
smokin’ gas got me insane
i’ma creep on ’em with the big mac
how i’m gonna do these b-tches? real bad
i just copped the big ol’ bentley, benz, yeah
i’ma fl!ck the wrist like it’s a kickstand, sh-t
ayy, cop the truck and then go flip that
everybody ’round me tryna get that
feds been on me, yeah, i know i been tracked
b-tch you gon’ need wrist band tryna get back in the man den
runnin’ south jersey, little b-tch, and we ain’t from camden

[verse 2: nick xl]
i’ma pull up on you with the wand
you chill with some rats like your name ron
i’ma do the game like genghis khan
you b-tches adjacent, i’m a don
b-tch, your f-ckin’ fame is not offendin’ me
labels makin’ plays like human centipede
i have been unstable since the recipe
you been off the table like some grenadine
i can get her like a payment
pick an instrumental, let the temples get [?]
i can bring this sh-t to life like geppetto with a blade did
b-tches always whisperin’ my name, but don’t say the sh-t with base ’cause the claims are just baseless
[?] ’cause i’m motherf-ckin’ tasteless
ain’t sh-t [?] like the [?] i be aimless
i’ma sn-tch your b-tch and all the while got a fake wrist
take this l, i never fell, you motherf-ckers all look dumby as h-ll
from the bottom in the bottle as well
she call me “papi,” i’m a papi in h-ll
[chorus: graffik, nick xl & both]
i just made like a 20 on a chain
i’m just tryna rap and learn the game
b-tches tryna rob me of my fame
smokin’ gas got me insane
i’ma creep on ’em with the big mac
how i’m gonna do these b-tches? real bad
i just copped the big ol’ bentley, benz, yeah
i’ma fl!ck the wrist like it’s a kickstand, sh-t
ayy, cop the truck and then go flip that
everybody ’round me tryna get that
feds been on me, yeah, i know i been tracked
b-tch you gon’ need wrist band tryna get back in the man den
runnin’ south jersey, little b-tch, and we ain’t from camden

- graffik

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